Gondolier On The Run

I’ve lost my Gondola – Again!

Got a new charm bracelet and had all my recent travels represented. A little beer stein for Germany (thanks Brett), an Arc de Triomphe for Pah-ree, green clover for Ireland, The Big Ben of “Hey, kids, Big Ben/Parliament (repeat)” for London, a Coliseum for Rome and my little Gondolier in his pretty silver gondola.

But, alas and anon, he seems to be a free spirit and had escaped first to ride amongst the cheeses in the Meat/Cheese drawer of the fridge. Going to make a sandwich the other day, I caught him trying to go airborne from the drawer.

I thought we’d worked it all out, but then on Tuesday, our new hand-crafted cradle arrived (an absolutely gorgeous piece built by my remarkable cousin Sid – THANK YOU!). Gondy saw his chance, unbeknownst to me. Packing peanuts layered the cradle in a protective blanket. Just the shielding cover a gondolier could use to his advantage to escape his chains, as it were.

True, it is possible that he is drawn only to the cheese drawer and I may yet capture him, but I fear is he now floating along in a sea of Styrofoam peanuts waiting to be hauled off with the garbage on Sunday.

Ah well, such is life. “If you love something, set it free.” No truer words may ever have been spoken.

Arrivederci, Gondy, un buon vita!

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